After office, Logan came to pick me up, and we went together to the coffee shop.
The walk was filled with tension, anticipation, nervousness.
I wanted to talk to him.
But I don’t know if he will agree or not.
My brain was telling me to push him away, but my heart wants to be with him.
I didn’t know what to do. What would I expect from him?
When we entered there, Logan and I take a seat which is in a corner of the cafe. So we can talk peacefully.
“You wanted to talk.” He said after taking sit.
“Yes,” I said nervously. Here comes when I have to face it, I thought.
“What do you want to talk about?” He asked. But before I could open my mouth he said.
“Oh, let’s order first.” He called a waiter, and we ordered coffee.
“Now say,” he said
“I...” I again try to start a conversation.
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